[Verse 1]
Here we go, Alabamas own buddy
Promenade. And I’m in the zone now
Everybody, bringing em home baby
Tour da stage.
Slick Rick E. Bobby in a [bad word] up on [bad word] like I’m in a bar
Cinnamon, a [bad word] in a cookie jar
Be the late night snack, I’m Santa Clause
Down to Panama beach, [bad word] in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra?
I ain’t bothered by your triple D’s, not at all
Let me hold em up for ya baby while you walk
Wanna get the party bumping let me do my thing
Get the marijuana plant need watering
Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling
Know what I mean, Butterbean bada bada bing
Trashy white, pass the mic, Yeah I’m doing ‘em dirty
Fists start pumping when I’m in the lights, like I’m rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary, never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I’m elegantly perfect
Rack it in, pack ‘em in, to the back again, rap it up
Rap it in, sicker than a pack of 10
You’ll get when I win but I won’t lose
In fact I’m gonna win, win again with another hand
Here’s another hand, here’s another hand
Dealer can I get another hand
Heres a hand, king king king king king [bad word]  Yelavision and the dirty south
and you know we gettin green [bad word] eh

[Verse 2]
Candy coated [bad word] over candy coated rappers (Hrooom)
Panties on my drip? do a back flip for me baby be an acrobatic actor (Action!)
Do a Cartwheel on the wall will you do a cartwheel while i chill and I watch you?
When I throw a dart at a wet seal well I can see ya well I’m gonna throw a [bad word] harpoon
Go looney tunes and lose ya for the lose to prove you’re in a room, you’re shroomin to the moon
But in the morning you’re waking up like a broom swept off ya feet cos Yelawolf ain’t a groom
I ain’t popping the cherry, I’m popping berry moonshine hop in the bedroom lets move
If ya [bad word] me [bad word] me to a legend, [bad word] me to a young fool
Go get a gun, go get a gun, now get a cinnabun, Now sit upon your [bad word] roof
I live a ton, I get it done. [bad word] anyone. You [bad word] anybody, you ain’t [bad word] with the crew
Yeah throw another bucket in the pool, dry it out now everybody skate
Cos I’m a lord of a doggytown (Woof)
A.L.A.B.A.M.My state
My state of my mind 1985 wide body
Looking for the little small tail gate party
Wanna get [bad word]  wanna fall up in a hottie
Get [bad word] like a porta-potty so
Jump on the paddy wagon like a pakistani and packin a mack 11
Wit a pack of maniacs, 11:30 back at it again
I’m ready for the battle when and where [bad word]  they let another cracker in
Yeah

[Verse 3]
Another old name on the porch with the bottle
Wind blows and the old rocking chair wobbles
He’s just the waving, everybody’s [bad word] All he can say about the youth is lord help ‘em
Got a couple grand babies, but they never call though
?? left ?? in the south and they moved to Chicago
Wifes in heaven and, hes saying ever since
Vietnam life’s been hard as a veteran
Simple life, ?? shifting ?? six pack, yeah ice cold
Across the Georgia line for a ticket for the lotto
Probably never see his name in the headlines
But if I had a plane, I’d put it in the sky
Alabama

[Verse 4]
She’s in love, yeah, Friends call her crazy
Met him at a party, they started dating
Daddy’s little angel, Momma’s little lady
Only 16 now Brenda’s got a baby
She can’t afford to, drop out of high school
Jimmy’s not a man and he can’t provide you
He doesn’t want to, but you keep it anyhow
Nine months down the road, what you gonna do now
Go to the food stamp, ??
You can find a job, it’ll help you get by
And you made it when you didn’t know how
Now that’s a real star put her name in the clouds
Alabama